Elder Jiu Shen struggled to take out a pill and swallowed it, then rasped, "Don't leave. The replays of ancient events on each peak are different. This peak involves the power of an Ancestor. Whatever you do, don't move recklessly. Wait until I recover."
"Understood, Elder," Lu Yin said solemnly. Elder Jiu Shen had saved his life. If not for him, Lu Yin would have been struck by the residual force of that palm just now. Even Elder Jiu Shen's Tianxing Sword Technique at its peak couldn't withstand it; Lu Yin would have been powerless to fight back, and his Micro Battle Armor would have been useless.
He hadn't expected Xing Mountain to be so dangerous. Shaoyou Peak and Taihe Peak had been peaceful, but Elder Jiu Shen had been right: the events from the past that replayed on each peak were different. That meant an Ancestor had once fought here in the Cold Immortal Sect, which was why the power of an Ancestor was replaying on Xing Mountain.
How exactly were these replays of ancient events possible? They could even reproduce the power of an Ancestor. If that could be harnessed, wouldn't it mean that the power of an Ancestor could be unleashed without limit? It was unimaginable.
So far, this had happened twice: once in the Monument World of the Shanhai Realm, and once here. There had to be some connection between the two.
This was still Xing Mountain, and Lu Yin didn't want to risk leaving. Even at the foot of the mountain, who knew when that vortex might appear? Without Elder Jiu Shen, he wasn't confident he could make it out.
He waited for Elder Jiu Shen to recover. More than half a month passed.
In the starry sky above the White Night Clan's Ancestor Land,